Glou. The king is in high rage.
Glou. He calls to horse; but will I know not whither.[3530][3532]
Corn. 'Tis best to give him way; he leads himself.[3533] 295
Gon. My lord, entreat him by no means to stay.
Reg. O, sir, to wilful men
The injuries that they themselves procure 300
Must be their schoolmasters. Shut up your doors:
He is attended with a desperate train;
And what they may incense him to, being apt[3538]
To have his ear abused, wisdom bids fear.
Corn. Shut up your doors, my lord; 'tis a wild night:[3539] 305
My Regan counsels well: come out o' the storm. [Exeunt.[3540]